Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.